one hundred and thirty four degrees: ‘we can be alright…’

Feel The Tide ~ Mumford and Sons

A cairn, of shells. Oceanic, odyssey. From seaside, to farmland. Like a ladder, reaching. A question, seeking. The quest path, a hero. I keep, looking. Straining, my sight. Dream, hearts hold. Keeping time, with the ebb. And flow. Blood drum, waiting. For the turn. Love, forever. A constant, wave. In, motion. Caressing, the sure.